5th Sunday at Peepaw's

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Years ago now, my parents started a tradition called "5th Sunday." Every month with a 5th Sunday in it there is a standing invitation to all their kids, grans, and great grans to come to S. Adams Street for dinner.

Things have changed in recent years. Mom now resides in Heaven, Sister Pam and BIL Joe live in Florida, Niece Misti has moved to Sitka Alaska, and Fisherhubby and I are in Central Wisconsin.

Still Peepaw, as we affectionately call my dad, continues the tradition. These days, unless Sister Pam and I have returned from far flung reaches, most of the 5th Sunday attendees are Fisherhubby's and my offspring, their spouses, and children.

Last Sunday was 5th Sunday at South Adams Street. Though Fisherhubby and I couldn't be there our oldest daughter took the following photos and shared the following sentiments:

Fifth Sunday Dinner is -
...tradition
...family
...heritage
...home
...homemade food
...laughs
...hugs
...loud boisterous talking
...Grandpa's red apron
...the chime of the dining room clock
...toys passed down through generations
...love

Keri Baker

Peepaw, 83 years young greets his grans and great grans.

Yes, he most certainly IS a real cook!


Two grans and two friends of grans playing with the same old cardboard box of toys that our offspring and their cousins played with all their growing up years.

Amazing how those old low tech toys still capture and hold attention.

The kids make a beeline for the closet where they KNOW the old cardboard box is kept.


The food is always delicious.

And our oldest son Kelly is always ORNERY (just like Fisherhubby - - - wink, wink). Good thing he married a calm, patient sweetheart!


As always, Peepaw waits until LAST to fill his plate - - - ever hovering to make sure all the kids, grans, and great grans get their fill. Looks like our SIL Chris is about to enjoy some salad.


And all around the table there is joy. We are not a quiet crew - - - but we know what we like, and we like this tradition of getting together.

Even youngest son Kyle, with "the face" and waving a carrot is enjoying himself. He's just adding his own brand of humor to the day. He has to be very original to be heard or seen above his older brother's clamor.


There is reminiscing of days gone by - - - there is dreaming of the future - - -


There is encouragement - - - there is the bond of belonging.

And after dinner?


"Pile on Auntie Korie!"

Whew - - - it USED to be "Pile on mom!" I'm pretty glad to pass THAT particular tradition down to our "little girl."

Joining Unknown Mami
For Sundays in my City.

Today my city is Marion, Indiana

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